it’s weird to think about how many people are out there that know things about ourselves that we’ve forgotten. somewhere there is someone thinking that you’re favorite color is orange because you told them that when you were 11. somewhere there is someone thinking your last meal on earth would be corn on the cob, mashed potatos, and greenbeans because on a whim you made each other’s last meals- we never know when it will be our last day here, might as well have our last meal now. somewhere out there is someone who thinks your favorite number is 77 because you told them that it was the only two-digit number with five syllables. somewhere out there is a boy who’s first date was with a girl at a fair who had to babysit a stranger and for months afterwards laughted about it. somewhere out there is a girl who can’t read books because they remind her of someone. somewhere out there someone drinks their coffee black while studying because a stranger told them it enhances their memory.
our lives are filled with memories from strangers we once called friends. twenty years down the line, these people will remain the ages of the memoreis i hold dear in my brain. they will forever be the version of them i have created.
- to all of my former friends, i’m sorry
